Dozens Poems - Poems about Dozens

Your mama so big she a trip That’s why your daddy did dip They were loving cousins Playing dirty dozens Ann got hit in the lip...

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Your mama said my mama was blacker than burnt white toast My daddy said your daddy was a vanilla, rice cake loving Oriole Your brother said my brother was a jive, jitterbugging jigaboo My sister said your sister was a nappy head, big lip snaggletooth Your best friend said my best friend was an empty can of dummy orange juice My best friend said your...

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Your mama said my mama was blacker than burnt white toast My daddy said your daddy was a vanilla, rice cake loving Oriole Your brother said my brother was a jive, jitterbugging jigaboo My sister said your sister was a nappy head, big lip snaggletooth Your best friend said my best friend was an empty can of dummy orange juice My best friend said your...

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How beautiful she was ! When she is sparkling in the queue of displaced How sincere her sadness was ! As a poem by black and white I am waving and call her And scanning my hand ... After the queues break up In that cloudy afternoon We are sheltering in a small restaurant And sit side by side With Her...

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The French are withdrawing a thousand troops From Afghanistan Before the end of the year But only if they are not killed Too many coffins Don’t look good On the French president’s desk People can count Especially the dead Dumped on foreign ground Without a body bag...

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Coffins cheaper by the dozens The French Are withdrawing a thousand troops From Afghanistan Before the end of the year But only if they are not killed Too many coffins Don’t look good On the French president’s desk People can count...

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A tradition rooted in the pain of African chains, On the auction block, where slaves experienced the insane. Separated...the strong from the weak...the young from the old, So that by "The Dozen" these cheap laborers could be sold. Amongst slaves, this distinction was viewed as a "low blow," But was the only label that "The Dozen" would ever know. Thus began...

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A dozen of roses for your Pain, That I have put you through. A dozen of roses for your tears, That I have bestowed upon you. A dozen of roses for my sorrow, And all of my forgiveness. A dozen of roses for your smile, And the joy I get from your happiness. A dozen of roses for your forgiveness, That...

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I dreamt... I was covered... Roses... Daisies... Chrystals... Good vibes... I dreamt of dreams.. and wishes..........

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